When I was a little kid of nine years old, my father used to organize concerts for American folk musicians (f.e. Eugene Ruffolo, Happy and Artie Traum,…) . One of the most remarkable people he worked with is a folk legend across the Atlantic, Ramblin’ Jack Elliot.
Back at that time we used to live in a small apartment. On one of the first occasions Jack came to Europe, my dad had the amazing idea: “Let Jack sleep at our apartment.” There was my dad, Sylvia, me, Jack and his driver. Five people in the small apartment.